Page 59 of Beauty and the Daddy
Something's off. Way off.
I know it. My body knows it.
I need to know.
Today.
Before I spiral any further into panic.
The problem is, I can't exactly call up WebMD and beg to know for a fact if I'm pregnant.
So yeah. Time for Plan B. Or, well… maybe it's too late for that.
I head to the bathroom to splash cold water on my face and try to catch my breath.
"Get it together, Belle. You need a plan."
For heaven's sake. Talking to myself isn't a plan. I need to get out, find a clinic, and get a test. Simple, really.
Except nothing is simple when you're engaged to the Beast of New York and surrounded by his watchdogs in a foreign country.
One of Luca's guys is stationed outside my door, big as a refrigerator and about as chatty. He's supposed to be my shadow while Luca plays mob prince in endless family meetings. Normally, I'd hate the babysitting. Today? I use it.
"Morning," I chirp, the picture of innocence. "Luca's busy, right?"
The guy grunts.
"God, how long do these meetings last?" I whine in boredom.
"All day, sometimes."
"Fuck, really?"
He shrugs.
"Well, I was thinking… Since we're in this gorgeous city… I could go explore. You know, see the sights. Shopping district? Maybe grab a pasta somewhere?"
I flash him my biggest, most pleading smile.
He shuffles on his feet.
"I don't think the boss would want you wandering Rome alone."
"I'm not asking to wander alone," I gush in shock, playing dumb. "Just to see the sights. When in Rome, right?"
I laugh at my own stupid joke, but the guy doesn't crack a smile.
"Let me check with Mr. Moretti," he says, pulling out his phone.
My heart sinks. So much for that plan.
But then, to my surprise, the guy nods into the phone and turns to me once he's all done.
"Boss says you can go, but not alone. Take the chauffeur, Giovanni. He knows the city well and will drive you around."
Okay. That complicates things just a little.
"Perfect. Thank you."
